She threw me through the bedroom doorSaid, "Get your suitcase off my floor"Oh! Oh she'll break yours tooI got my things up off the floorI guess that girl ain't my girl anymoreOh! Oh she'll break yours tooI will not let this get me downWho knows, things might look up next time aroundThere won't be no tears in my eyesNobody wants to see a grown man cryI see them everywhere I goWhen they pass, they smile and say helloOh! Oh she'll break yours tooWell you can smile, go ahead and smirkSoon I think you'll know just what it's worthOh! Oh she'll break yours tooTwo months later, he's swallowing pillsHe's poised out on his window sillHe sits with a revolver lying on the livingroom floorGuess that girl don't love him no more